"Class dismiss!" watch my students file things back as order came. The assaint around here collected papers and piled them to my front desk. Having be taught sceinces by university teachers; my supply teaching has helping in the long run on teaching youths those concepts too.
It's still a long why from being the age of computers and futuristic automated doors. But what we have now is a step back out the techno dark ages. Able to recored history from the dark times.
I am considered a prodgy biologist, skilled survivalist and mothering personality (dispsite being without children or family). No one but three among the locals know I am a reptile under illusions magic. That the craft of magic is new uncovered science brought by the influence of other rips to others plains of existence and the energy left from the concreation of killed souls over the course of wars in our past.
"Madam Sapphire, the chief wanted you." Someone at the knock visit, "Something about the death gods."
"Yes. On my way." I picked up my bits and bowed thanks to the assaint. The humans now are very aware of the afterlife and are having to cope with having underlying proof about it. We are having to teach the death gods about our land and laws. This is so they may then teach those we have issues with. But just to be sure, I have taught these humans about the priest skills of banishing the dead. Prayer, salts, holy water, and cleaning of fire. Only a certain combination makes them stronger or weaker. And sends them instantly out of here.
The school building was once the same thing before the war. Patched up and strengthened; this building is safe to use again. There has been a lot of remaking the old and the improving older things. We reuse what we can from the rubble but in the shapes that it is in we work with.
So the newer building look nothing like the straight bricked older ones. The more hipster or tacky from use other reclaimed stone that isn't man made but from the querry grounds by the crator.
The lands need shattered and old maps are useless when it come to working out what land used to be for what section. Some believe there are still a untouched vault of dwellers hidden underground. The frozen folks are starting to remember and put their old skills to teaching. They and the few other vaults that came round has made this hidden landlocked mountain village. What all use to be flat land now sits on valley like cruves. In the middle is where fresh water and stone mining comes from. There were a hardened old lava platform dome over us, covering the valley. We are hidden from the afterlife here… but not from grim.
The grim are renamed death gods; as this is what they are by our definitions. The most trusted and well earned reapers are whom come to reap death here. They been given a temple in dedication to the passing and all family are free to do what they fit for morning their losses. As both place of the souls of dying leaving and a celebration of the families that knew them; this was how best to veiw the reapers as collector protectors. No monsters but me.
"Madam Sapphire, you are directly requested by some of the gods." the term god isn't what the post-war used to say. It was better to say ghosts or presence. Yet then again, fitting to how these folks try to flex with their new preseptions of the afterlife; so to the flex definitions of past believed words.
"I understand." I bowed with my preaperations of enter this temple. As respect towards any of the dead. A candle is lite as their guide and protection upon entering, washed hand and face of pure washer and dried in bare flame (not to hurt you just dry you). The modern wards to prevent living crossing. I light my candle and carry it with me in passing the metal doors. This place has fire prevention in mind. I make peace with lighting a burning out memory of a passing life. That of course I come forwards to the grim meeting table. Only the living have a candle in front of them.
"12 years?" I am asked.
"My age is what your guessing?" I questioned and that the nod, "Well, it's rude to ask a lady her age. But understand 'age' has no meaning to me. My mind extands past my life now and that before it." I take the last seat left today and see that all seat here are among the dead. Only two candles run low and smiled corpses. This is normal practice for here, when you know time is coming. Why make the reaper run after you? Why hide from moving onward?
"You have a ring of someone you called a fool and revengeful."
"Yes, a late master of a life pervious from being a thing." I spoken openly for a first time and often means I were expecting something worse to be spoken of, "I have no interest in handing over them. They will hurt others if I weren't holding it. Lash out at me for being worse."
"You already told me that you were the bird." They put something down on the table – the real metal callor from that time, "you admit to being a slayer." A charm once traded often with the clothus crowds, "you were said to be worse then that." The remains of a skull of the death eaters I killed, "and so you now mocking yourself." A blank white mask placed there.
"Mocking a human is easiest to be free to act like one. My original shape has already gained legend status." I took out the old blue hued feather… not so lively anymore.
Greyed and rusted. I stood and took it to be a memorial offering on a wall. Gave it a candle to sit with. Lit to be remembered. I go sit back down, "My old friends must be wary and old. Time tolls here… I guess. Changes you the longer you stay here."
They stared between themselves like that were something they come to realize and that had the majority stood and fade. Fade back to their place in existence. Forever changed them and their views – it's what I hoped. Those left linger with wanting more. They sited for being death figures; bones body beings. Each a weapon of choose hung to the side of them. Each spoke with clear focus and sombre cold effect. The items gathered around here that showed what were aspects of me, didn't change me.
"Dispite your words, you seem the least changed."
"then you don't know me at all. I was many different beings; the terrible selfish to the doormat selfish. Vitcm and murderer. I had been prey and preditor. A loving mother to her children or adopting care father. I have been many terrible types; the drinker, the thief, the killer, the backstabbing. All repented by my vast endless wonderment; finding either side the same and twisted over. It's a opinion to label anything. Damning them to stereotype or making out to be for better or worse then they are. Fancy scribble is what names are on paper but spoken is what demand attention. I love and hated my other lives. I felt as if the top of the world and the lower lowest. That experience and feeling were almost the same. That same isolation. I once loved that isolation… now I can't stand being alone to face my day. Getting up to look forwards to greeting others; it's what I live for now."
They picked up and each broken the aspects of items to the table. Smashing them, breaking the history of whom I were. I let them. I just watched them; as it's the memories attach to the items that count and not the exact items. They break them in hope to enrage me. I only stood up picking up my candle and walked to bow. Turned from them and faced to start again. Illusions plague around me. dementors of their realm, mock of people I knew calling out old names and ghosts of whom I were hissing at me. They could stop me from leaving. I looked forwards and never back. I look beyond now to believe in a possible bright future. Whom I will become doesn't have to be whom I was before.
"Give us your name." is all that echoed when all the noises were stopped. I looked around at how confused I am from know I was in temple to now be tied to a chair in another room. I keep my mind simple as much as possible. Clearly ignoring the voiced whispering had made things have a second think about what they were asking.
This would go on for days at a time (the relighting of candles is at peak of the moonlight). I counted very blankly that four times that candles have been lite and for that long my shadow been eating the rations I have hidden on me. I knew this was the temple storage for candles. They come in here to replenish them burn out there or the supply in making them. The monks here are all that make them and dare not break promise with the dead. In my minds image, for the only entrantment I could bring is the past memories of places I been. The over whelm of being hypnotised with the sense of the past.
"How long had she been here?"
"12 weeks."
"Without caring for aliving needed like feeding her or given her any form of water?" Maybe they had a new face among them check on me. A sort of bring the expert on why I zone out of it all and ignored them so well, "Hey, are you able to hear me?" Lowered to be at my eye view. Does that hand reach check that I object with happening, "I am not interested in calloring you. I promise that." I looked him in study. Yes, a grim but none I have ever met in any life I knew. I may pass look around with just making sure I knew where other people were and weapons they held. Back on this one and that study for intelligence.
"What then are you asking me for or wishing to know?"
"I just wanted to know if you were ok."
"Very kind. Thank you." I nod, "I am no liar in say I am starving and thirsty. Yet I have content with not going on any murder massicare."
"A teacher going into murder for food?" He seemed oddly confused.
"Oh, they haven't warned you. Innocent really. I mean no harm anyone unless they mean to take my life in any way. Even if it means not accepting them sickos in my mind." He glared right at them but I muttered on, "It's lodgical if faced with a thing that changes shape at well and could eat someone whole – despite living or dead or spirit." He backed off, "But I am not interested in breaking order and hurting those I have looked after. Those I spend my decades protecting. Spat at the faces of others to see straight and make them see they be protected correctly."
Repent was my next thought but it ended there as just a one word thought.
Gentle with ordering folks to fetch a meal, quite to snap those around to stop with the mind games and fast with bucket of water to sit next to me with a ladel to sip from. I turned down the help from needing any extra hands to drink the water. My tail around was for that; the grip around the bucket to drink that down in one rapid go. That long sigh of feeling better by drinking it. The bucket gone to be filled again.
"Right, you get this tray of food if you tell me how you been staying tied to a chair without moving. Surviving."
"There's a few factors about it." I voiced, "some I will tell without explaining." I see that really wasn't enough, "I could move around but I choose to conserver energy in sleeping the majority of the 19 hours." He tossed a bread slice and my tail caught in. I let it sink to shadow, "I hid my majority of mass else where but having my few sort of vails hung around a smaller mocking shape." He twisted oddly with that, "I am clever to have stock piled rations around my grasp for long period of shortages. Inturn out lasting say a winter where hunt hard to come by. You are aware that the mock human shape isn't exactly my original. I hate my original for the reaction others have towards it."
"Interesting." Offered the tray to expect my tail to take that. He goes then to step close and put the now empty tray down in front of me. Blinking by the disappearing act of food. Backed off in study with how still am once more. I felt the study on my deepen. Someone crossed in front of me to take the tray away, some around to look at how wounded my arms and hands maybe. They make new loss ties above the old one and have a long time trying to save the circulation of my hands. Cutting away parts but avoid of touching my skin.
"I think it's time to go." That grim stood through the living with a hand offered to me, "You lie to yourself about having to stay here. You don't need to be here among others as a fake of them." this poor attempt fell to deaf ears and long silence, "To be useful to them, you have to leave here." I can leave this settlement anytime I wanted. Needed the social interaction… but I could be fine with those along a journey, "Are you listening?" goes do a strange dark cast about there hand and attempted to touch me with it. I kicked them and pushed myself to the side. Face grazing the floor and shocking them that were at pause of delicate working, "What the hell is wrong with them?" this wasn't the kind one that promised not to enslave me. That is whom stood back and let his identical twin play the new role.
"I do not argree in becoming someone or something pet slave servant toy."
"You cover a lot of bases." Noted gently, "But what if…" goes to do that soul grab trick and find my soul isn't exactly where my human mock meant to be. I played along for a while to make out that he did take it. For him to look about has hands all confused about why would my soul be that tiny. Just long enough to be also pushed away without warning into some other minor grim. This bowls into a all pin drop of others around them. Nothing really hurt from it, just on the floor confused.
The only one still closet standing is that of the one that promised not to take me. There with waiting for myself to be taken.
"If someone was to dust here, if be one those fools in some stupid accidents" I commented, "plenty of candle pots with light flames under it… or the place catching up… someone knocking the hang shelve. Hung by rope on shelves." I paused a while, "there are other threats than me to consider. I am not going to willing take a life. That isn't much left they can try to torture me with anyway. I have a life out there in the wild living plains surrounding this ditty prop up village. Anyone else would face to many different new challenges."
"You know I am here on duty unlike these around you."
"I knew. Only the bored would come up recreating the boring classic of stockhlom depentance."
"Maybe you just to clever for them."
"Don't play around like your on my good side either. You all the same to me; no one of you has proven better. Even them before you have shown to be more thoughtless and emotionally gone. Some of you don't seem to feel anything. Nothing at all for them you take. I get it's a duty that is corpse cutting… emotionally draining to keep up without must stops. But this world isn't what it has to be assumed on face values. Prides in being everything but while playing this illusion of being that ideal assumption."
He does this check on things and sort of glared at those getting up. Acted to give my words a thought, acting to give any emotion. That's all it was, a quiet no change stare of things. Plays around with a books. Does a looking around at folks. That sorrow reflected a glimpsed moment; the fool have knocked over a wax over them and died from the head creaking open. He does his duty. Leaves the room.
Back to mind games, ampfying with knowing I was well. Off the chair to be pulled tie on a fence like being pulled to a star shape. Tie every limb they can on it. tighter then should for more fear advancement.
I sleep into nightmares, finding it inspiring to bring them those images to them. Letting me turn the plague of voices into morons to afraid of speaking in my head. Offering to be the more manic and destructive suggestions in their mind. The tricks to get free back fire with the dark sick new things were happening to me. To being nearly being killed for the fun, one ranting on about flaying or cutting away to the bone and almost always being syth sweep for any moment of change they see my soul.
I begin waiting for understanding of the new time table. So I my just simply leave by alterations. Always there and no any second not watched.
So I was using my shadow to wax my shape with. Have prolonged complete shut down times, so when it's move on; they aren't going to realize straight off the bat. So much and so many days; it was being all the more realistic. I was able to change my lower half and they aren't taking any notice. My domain side, goes without notice.
"Not planning anything are you?" I heard that spoke at me but not at my mind. I was in a shut down length of time and weren't interested in them or the new voice, "Not a budge. You sure this thing is a living with a soul?" they have strange warm and sleek hands. Cupping my jaw, tapping my face back handedly, "They seem warm, breathy…" the tried cutting my not domain arm – real arm… the attemped failed and they try the wax, "Their left sides a fake arm." Talking about my real side as a fake with believing my flesh is wax.
"What's my name?" They asked, "Go on, try me. You mock humans aren't readers and never will in a…"
"Shut up, Bez." I guessed in a nickname sense. It must have been a commotion to hear me spoke in a lower toned, inhuman and dry sounded manner. Knocking right to the floor and backed crawling.
"where did you heard my name?"
"Hear? You are a joke for someone that should be the whisperer of temptation. You don't even smell apatizing. Charred Scaled BBQ with little to no blood gravy. Just a terrible first imprssion, without even looking at you." They got cutting up the wax fake bits and find me not even whining, "What terrible butchers you are. Clearly you lot have never carved up a real corpse. No experience."
I hear those walking around and out the room instantly. The afterlife one sticking around, spooked with not just me but then a not so normal grim to lingering around. Someone that has this devil instantly looking around about why a specialist would have came for claims. To many out stretched my reach with inside information I am not going to understand. On and on with this match it's got them others poking about my bits.
"These bits aren't real." Finally a clever one. Tossing the wax bits to show each other… melting it all back down. They peered at me…. but I have already finished. My body among the darkness… in the shadows and the mask that moves as if my face. They go to peel more but stopped with the specialist taking interest in them. Watching them… very intently.
"There has to be a breaking point for this mock." They dare peeled, "and find the entire body of wax work." My face faded off like a bad nightmare. In darkness I choose a new shape and that of one lifetime favourite of mine. A forgotten animal now… loved as exoctic pet. But I have black fur and not the tradional orange brown white coat. That between a cat in my actions and a dog in my shape. Wild only.
I moved off away from my old spot completely; crossing their perventions of afterlife passing. Passing the line of salt. To crawled out of their little grave ditch…back to the normal ground basement. To sit in watching them from bellow talk to a wax work.
"Is it me or was it always this bit brighter around here?" One stood away from it all asked the speailist and the devil. Causally hung around them for things. Mindless in staring at how the minor group are pulling the wax works apart. Then at each other's throat for whom lost me first. Unlike humans that may escalated from here. They all instead went silent and looked around. I stood and walked out this area of the building to be back at the pews. Turned into a mock human nun – borrowing the spare clothes around.
Sat alone at the back tucked away with waiting on next. The rush of scanned grim were in a new rage to find me. they were considering breaking the rules… doing that going to break them.
"Excuse me." I want to be hoping this were a human. But it's hoping to much, "I just wanted to ask abut your faith. If I hope I am not interrupting anything." I diagress in a shake, "Great. Who is this church dedicated to."
"My response can seem confusing but to everyone yet no one at all. Faith isn't what its about here. Faith or not; the fact of the matter is all born, live, die and then taken away to renewed in some other life. This place is dedicated for they dying, those whom died (to be remembered) and a celebration of those memories." The devil blinked, "It's not religion or faith in fate. It's fact. No one and nothing is immortal. Not here at least. You seem one of them spirit types around here; it must be different from where you come from."
"Oh, I died here but it were a long time ago." He laughed about it, "front man."
This has to be a lie. War wasn't exact what it seemed. It were computers that they hide behind. Not boots. But he could have met even later… there was horror. I listened to him as he meant it as a morden solider in a world war. There could have been but it doesn't sound right. It just gave this overall conversation a normality about it.
"Do you live anywhere around here?" a trick question on me; a pretend nun.
"I look after the grounds with my sisters of our cause. Someone has to dusty very nook and cranny here. Our younger sisters aren't doing a proper job… so do forgive it the place looks tired out." So well taken as the truth. He grimaced in a split moment then blankly looked ahead of where I had my focused stare on for time we talked.
"Would you think I end up a sinner one day?" I rant, "As no matter what faith I hear about; just living the day to day life sounds a crime." I sighed with a tilt and having my slide towards how odd he looked, "Is there something wrong in anything I said to offend you?"
Off the bench away from me, reapers check for my soul; failed to. But I will play passed out to the bench. They couldn't work me out. Illusive is the moment they took me; nothing but empty clothes sat there.
"I am starting to wonder why you are doing this. For why is that strange being with well crafter human quality of you interest to murder."
"Murder? Does taking souls out of the living count as murder."
"When they are breath, able to speak or communicate and just about everything that isn't a quality of a corpse." The reapers looked at each other deeply, "Isn't collecting out of corpses only… does that mean anything of a rule to you? Is it wise to meddle to prevent you from the harm of others." I like this one; the specialist here, "It's no wonder I am here. Only just a questions of how and what cost."
I reformed another person walking around from a dark spot and taking a new seat at the front, with full rosary and kneeled memorial going on to be words of hope that those I seen have better lives now. That sorrow of begging for better for the life I took so I may live. Ask forgiveness to them I wronged or other case hope those whom wronged me have chance of redemption for their faults.
To save someone else in return, without any reasons other then that is another person that needs help. No more and no lesser intent over them afterwards.
I felt the eyes lingered over my back, in listening to a selfish and not exact god prayer. Made to not gods and not overlords. Not to any saint. But to everyday, everything and every soul. A warm general overall plead which made them look to themselves. Ask if there was any reasons I seemed a pope or saint compare to them. But I am not claiming I am. I am just a person as are they and them that prayer here too.
"I only hope that those that can die happy with what they have, no manner worthless or small. They can smile about there own deeds and pass on without no lingering malice." Up I stood and dropped as shadow again.
"I thought we were the ghosts here." a minor reaper muttered.
"Definitions are stretched or even broken when the wrong rules have be broken. It's a consquense that can mass trigger the worse to happen to all walk or live this realm. Maybe what you have done to them has triggered this break and now they are after you." This one lingered at it spot and moved off it, "Or this play of shadow is a way to teach us. You have been deaf to not listen."
"I quite like you. You're very methodical but thoughtful. I seek no harm or angry towards you personally." I made them step back to there – had nearly walked into me, "You're way is what I thought a grim should be, wise and a good listener. Maybe honest where needed. It makes these minor's seem more children."
I faded back to shadow and sit at a pew in a mid section; the spot I took in any service all the time. Just as I were as if the unchanged teacher. I made my silence and unnoticed ways be that way. As the clothes were folded and whisp away by my shadows. Soon for only then does my shadow mirror myself in writing at the pew. The book on things I thought and remembered about this life. A sort of life diary I had been making when I have started to beable to remember. Books that shelved my shadow's hidden ways. Items of my favourite also lingered about the books. That gem I were given among them.The scales I grew up. One craving of bone of myself in original. The skull of the shroud of twilight. A dagger of silver for what is my now, a protector of what remained.
"I had a old nickname that seems unforgotten by grim, Twilight. A sort of part hidden in my title that you all gave me. The twilight over the humanity." I sung with being joined by them all, "Some old story, I don't really know how you talk of it. But that were the life that I spent this one to redeem. It's been a good run and I think I can leave knowing I brought them back from the horror I lead them through. You might think is was a selfish reason; to get rid of my regert. But it wasn't why I did this. I could have left them in the vaults. Left them a while longer in bliss. Could have…" I see my ink dry and it is put away. With it I picked up two old bodies of mine. The skull of the bird and the egg corpse of a reptile I were, "If they can go to sleep…" I muttered, "I can go too. This land hasn't need of me anymore."
"You're not angered by these around you?"
"They never once did me harm." I break a little of my illusions by grinning past what a human should, "My scales are to… well. They have dulled such beautiful tools of your trade. You, my grim, are a specialist to prying the more difficult one's. Someone something like me." I offer my hand, "I have no intentions of being any bother like that. I rather differ to the race I am. An grim had once said I were rare for my mind and ways of speech. I guess I can assume those others don't think and live with animalistic minded ways." He glared darkly.
"I am no demon or clothus or deal maker. I am a dying soul. Just one whom believe it's time to go. I knew for a while my age was getting to me. No new rows of teeth through. I have arthritis in my joints. Having to cook to eat unlike how raw was my natural meal." He dared to grasp around my hand. And like dust… I peeled from human to reptile. Then broken into bone and lastly ashes and soul. A soul in his hands. The skull of the bird broken apart with the egg. That nothingness.
"A god slayer that spoke words and understood their ways around the world." This grim sighed, "There are going to be more then just this realm to miss you. If it so believed in age taking them, it makes me wonder how long have they been here. For how long have been aware and talk to us as equals. Even suggestions of meeting Clothus and demons… it will only mean they been very close in their encounters. And as for them being named, twilight… if there really is a legend among us that they spoke of about their name like that. It come from a older then public known textbook."
"The mention of the fall out of humanity by the twilight bird. That's very known story about this land on both sides of living and dead." The dyst was disturbed into something…. Every bit without fail taken, "The void raven twilight were once a person whom weren't sure of why they been asked about the metal tombs. Drifted shrouded twilight showed through to where the coffins lay. Swept away the humans still, now slayen. Broken laws that forbidden today. Lost twilight faded away, grief and hate that happened that day. Lost twilight may still rise hidden among the life left, beware of the speaking twilight that isn't what it seems."
"That child's story?" peered so deeply, pulled out to only show my souls depth of layers.
Show of it's past forced or not. Stripped down bare to the inner parts be tossed to in new. Lost of my history, my memories of those lives before me. that core of whom I am forced to the inside of a contained small space. Place at the side of the jar of ashes. Put away into darkness I can't seem to feel or touch. Things of were my past lives now belong to new souls and were their own minds. They were aspects of me but not me at the slightest. Animals of whom they are by those slated knowledge.
"Does a name like twilight ring anywhere?"
"What told you that?"
"Twilight before passing." Picked off the shelf and handed over to them, "They will only every be a slayer for now on." My ashes too, "this is what is left of them… other then what had to be taken for passing on processes."
"This stays from the land it was taken from." Back over the ashes go, "Are you certain this is the core of twilight? What came across as strange other then they spoke to you."
"It wasn't like that in the circumstance." This voice explained of the human practices that is followed there and that were always human until the very last hour. That the ways I were, the skills were beyond my age looks – looking 20 dispite the years.
That then followed with the lessions I still seemed preaching even at reapers that tormented me. It took just a while for them to take this all in, this one whom grasped around this barrier container. That the one's with dulled blades kept have them as I refused to let them. what seemed a easy task of taking what seemed human turned into a long year of trying to callor into servant slaving; so they may finally collect me. That were what I most refused and just happily handed myself to something that listened to me. That seemed the right sort for the duty. That this one thought it were going to be a collection for reaper souls murdered by their gross mistreatment turned into a collection of a slayer.
"She never gave her real name." this one muttered, "Still a mysterious soul."
"The myster only thickened when pulling out the lives before so the core could be bottled. I don't think they even been collected and passed over by a repear since before the wars… I still have many collections lives from them." Showed how this shelf was my dedication only, "They have never been guided over since the modern invention of the first smart phone."
"When we declared to stop collecting animal lives to focus on the 7 billion humans."
"stayed a animal type since until well… slayer."
"It's likely where they kept all of that intelgence from or just naturally were and it carried over with never proper resting." This brought a horrid thought about them and has them check the ammendments of their laws from that time… seeing that it's hasn't changed even after the war and that lead to the kull of humanity by the misunderstanding of their laws. The fault is on them for not adapting quicker around a delicate changing living realm.
"There is going to be a lot of lives like her still existing there. Mass kull isn't the answer, given the mistakes it made of now."
"the realm finds ways to balance back out… so she said. Even if it meant the realm adapting to kill us of this plain for this shift to work. That was the warning I been trying to heed… I guess she understood or spoke for those that couldn't speak to us." looked of my core, "There is no shame in whom they were – they lived with what they had to. Did what had to be so she could carry this message through her lives."
"She became a mock human so she could teach skills to those out of the vaults. The place been returned back to a thriving skilled race of humans that are adapting with what they get. In some ways, she taught them like they were." Stopped from speaking anymore.
"It had hurt her that should could never be a mother again as a slayer. Don't mistaken that wish to look after others for any selfish goal. It's not like her to be selfish."
"You sound like her." I was put down and they cleared out of my influence, "Emotional linger attachments are a difficulty only humans would have effect us."
"It seems twilight is more then that." Into something dark and of pure nothingness. Silence isn't even how it should be talked of.
Without much warning; there were suddenly sound and noise. There was sense that all confused me and blurred about me. Distorted and painful. A mind the clicked with working and took over. The those as a core imprinted on the blankness.
Could a name be given or told – yes. I heard myself my mind.
Yes, that was my true name.
Now I have to grasp that my new shell is telling me; so I moved to learn my other name given by my birth. Whom are they? What are they? Where we are and is this where I have to stay? Do I believe them and run or stay?